#robert james gordon

[galleryofart]

La Liseuse (The Reader)

Artist: Robert James Gordon (England, 1845-1932)

Date: c. 1877

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney, Australia

[0011martina]

Oh, to be a reader in an old painting.

The Reader (c. 1770) by Jean-Honoré Fragonard The Reader (1861) by Fantin-Latour Henri The Reader (1876) by Pierre-Auguste Renoir The Reader (1877) by Mary Cassatt The Reader (c. 1877) by Robert James Gordon The Reader (1882-83) by Albert Anker The Reader by Alfred Stevens Reader (1892) by Luděk Marold Reader (1908) by Miloš Jiránek Dostoevsky Reader (1907) by Emil Filla

[al1enf1end]

Why do I keep falling for these stupid wife-cheating gay oncologists

[allysah]

i don’t know anymore

[theseekeroftruth]

And what do you think you'd understand?

I'm a boy, no, I'm a man

You can't take me and throw me away

And how can you learn what's never shown?

Yeah, you stand here on your own

They don't know me 'cause I'm not here

And I want a moment to be real

Wanna touch things I don't feel

Wanna hold on and feel I belong

And how can the world want me to change?

They're the ones that stay the same

They don't know me 'cause I'm not here

[inkameswetrust]

a while ago i think i reblogged a post from @invadericee who said they'd love to see more btr as vines videos saur............... here ya go! sorry it took so long tho, i want you to know i was fully serious abt making this

[dontirrigateme]

Happy Gonorrhea Day!

SSG William Guarnere, 28 Apr 1923 - 08 Mar 2014

Other Aprilers:

PFC Patrick O'Keefe: 03 Apr 1926 - 08 Feb 2003

LTG Robert Sink: 03 Apr 1905 - 13 Dec 1965

PFC James Miller: 11 Apr 1924 - 20 Sep 1944

CPL Walter "Smokey" Gordon: 15 Apr 1920 - 19 Apr 1997

LTC Ronald Speirs: 20 Apr 1920 - 11 Apr 2007

PVT Alton More: 23 Apr 1920 - 31 Jul 1958

SSG Earl McClung: 27 Apr 1923 - 27 Nov 2013

1LT Henry Jones: 27 Apr 1924 - 21 Jul 1947

[mcudc616]

The Batman (2022)

[larsisfrommars]

When I say I was not PREPARED. I mean, I had seen gif sets of this clip before but I was NOT prepared for the AUDIO. Oh my god poor Artie!

The Night of The Death Masks really was Artemus's terrible no good very bad day. He gets betrayed, drugged, kidnapped, shot in the leg and then is led to believe he killed his boyfriend best friend!

The dropping the gun and then to his knees in despair, the terrible little "oh no's" and the way his voice breaks when he says "Jim". The closest we get to this level of sad before then I think is in Druid's Blood where Artemus is very visibly trying not to break down while Jim is seemingly gravely injured and comatose.

But what REALLY gets me in this scene is the sobbing, which is wild considering by that point Artie knows Jim isn't dead! A testament to how good of an actor Artie/Ross is!

I mean it's really difficult to get crying/sobbing to sound right when you aren't actually crying let alone look real and he does both. He's actually shaking and everything, you can feel it, I feel like some actors even today forget we cry with our whole bodies, and he does.

That's really impressive. Especially considering the fact that art hadn't exactly been perfected for TV or film yet. Male characters in particular considering how such intense displays of sadness were rare (unless somebody actually died) and even then it was kinda hit or miss at times. I'm just so impressed.

Acting (good acting anyway) tends to lead you to pull from real life experiences to put emotion into your performance. I can only imagine Artie just sort of, unpaused the emotional reaction he was having when he really thought Jim was dead in order to convince Stark and Co that he still believed it.

It would've been really easy for them to have played this scene for laughs. To let Artie play up the crying as a comedic bit, but neither Ross nor the director took that angle I really love that.

The emotional depth of Jim and Artemus's relationship is really well displayed in how this scene was done. Even if part of it was a ploy and they jump back into the action-adventure shenanigans right after. It's really well balanced, and in a time where it feels like a lot of TV writing has lost touch with when to be tender/intense and when to be funny this scene just really stuck out to me.

I really do love this show.

[steam-beasts]

Question about your most recent post

(The skeletal structure of Thommy boy)

So they went from steam engines to actually organism so what I'd you tried to light there firebox would it cook them alive? Or there water tanks if one were to fill it with a liquid (water for argument's sake) would it affect them like would the water hydrate them or would it just slosh around weighting them down

It's ok if you don't have any answers I'm just genuinely curious

Since it’s no longer just their face that’s organic, yes, the rest of their bodies are organic. As for their original bodies (the entire engine part), the metal parts are mixed in with the flesh. If you open the smokebox door, everything will look and feel exactly how it was before the engine mutated, same goes for feeling the buffers, boiler, smokebox and the rest of the locomotive part of the body.

The infection basically gave the engines these weird abilities to bend and arch their bodies without anything important inside getting damaged, as it just bends with the rest of the body without getting dented or anything. Even when they’re all in normal engine forms, they can still do it and move around like they can in AEG, but it’s not as freaky. The workmen and the controllers have to agree that it’s a little freaky to them.

Sir Topham Hatt always winces when he sees either Henry, Gordon, Edward and Toby bend their bodies since they’re the oldest engines on his railway (I know Thomas and James were realistically built before Henry and Gordon, but their build dates are a little different in this au). Mr Percival internally freaks out when Skarloey, Rheneas or Duke bend their bodies since they’re ALSO the oldest. Mr Fergus Duncan just accepted the logic breaking bending the engines do as the new normal.

Sir Robert Norramby doesn’t mind the bending, but is a little concerned when Stephen bends since…yeah. Oldest steam engine in history.

When their fireboxes are lit, it doesn’t actually hurt them. It’s just a way to heat up their bodies and keep them warm. Their fireboxes can last much longer if they eat coal, wood or any meat since the waste basically goes up to the firebox after it’s done in the stomach. For water tanks, yes! It’s another way they can hydrate themselves like in the show, and their stomachs are now like an extra water tank so they can drink with their mouths.

[1waveshortofashipwreck]

Should've Been Born Later, Nix - Chapter 7: The Boys Back Home

Easy Company x Fem!OCs

Chap. Synopsis: What will happen when some of Easy Company's most valuable soldiers disappear?

Words: 2,135

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Author's note: Hey everyone! Apologies for the delay with the chapter lol 🫠 This chapter is the point of view of the men in Bastogne!! Also, because this is my fanfiction and I can do whatever I want, there will be some soldiers who somehow survived their demise in previous episodes (Miller? Dukeman? PERHAPS) Anywho, thank you as always for reading and be on the lookout for Chapter 8! 🥰

"Luz!" Carwood cried over the last shell to drop. He watched the radioman dive into the foxhole - George met the same fate as the nine others who dropped into that hole, none of them came out. Lipton was astonished. At most, a foxhole could fit three of the men comfortably, perhaps four if needed. But ten men in one? Lipton should have seen a dog pile of olive drab stretching above the opening. Instead, he saw an empty hole in the ground. The First Sergeant blinked and rubbed his eyes, making sure what he saw was indeed reality. The foxhole stayed empty when he opened his eyes.

Lipton sprinted from where he was taking cover, desperately searching for Lieutenant Dike. He knew that Dike was the least preferable choice, especially in a situation like this, but the officers Lipton would have preferred to ask for help had disappeared. After an agonizing search mission, Lipton finally found the Lieutenant - Dike was absentmindedly strolling along, looking at the trees around him with a glassy, thousand-yard stare. “Lieutenant Dike!” Lipton called out, scrambling over tree roots and broken branches. Dike snapped back to reality, his posture automatically improving when he saw First Sergeant Lipton.

“What is it, First Sergeant?” Dike asked, trying to be authoritative. The yawn that followed his words worked against him. Carwood began to speak, but his words were caught in his throat… how in the world was he going to tell the lieutenant what just happened?

“Sir… we um…” Lipton tried to force the words out of his mouth.

“Spit it out, First Sergeant Lipton!” Dike ordered, irritation evident in his voice. Lipton paused, taking a breath before responding to the officer.

“Sir… several men are gone…”

“First Sergeant, this is war, we're going to have casualties every day.”

“Not like that sir, I mean… they've disappeared…”

Dike stared blankly at the NCO, wondering if he heard him right.

“Where did they go, Carwood?” Hearing Dike use his first name gave Lipton a feeling he could only describe as ick, but nevertheless, he continued.

“Sir, I saw ten men go into a foxhole, but when I reached them, the foxhole was empty.”

“And you’re sure you went to the right foxhole?” Lipton had to pause and take a breath before answering.

“Yes, sir.” In a flurry of urgency that Lipton had never seen from Dike before, the lieutenant had rounded up Compton, Peacock, Shames, Foley, and Welsh, as well as radioed to Colonel Sink. Lipton hastily repeated his experience to the officers, who were just as hesitant to believe Lipton as Dike was. 

“So they’re just… gone?” Harry asked, still skeptical.

“I wish I had more information for you sir, but all I saw was the men go into the foxhole and not come out,” Carwood replied, defeat evident in his voice.

“Shit…” Welsh muttered under his breath. The Irishman stared at the ground in front of him, wondering how he let two of his closest friends just disappear.

“So who all are we missing?” Buck interjected. He stood with his arms crossed, instinctively taking command of the conversation.

“Captains Winters and Nixon, Lieutenant Speirs, and then Roe, Luz, Liebgott, Guarnere, Toye, Malarkey, and Randleman,” the NCO listed off the men he saw disappear, and prayed he would see again.

What Lipton did not see was Skip Muck quickly scrambling back to his foxhole. He had originally made his way to CP to ask Captain Winters a question, but when he overheard the discussion between Lipton and the officers, panic consumed the soldier’s thoughts. Muck all but fell into Penkala’s foxhole, unaware that he inadvertently elbowed his best friend in the face.

“HEY! What the fuck!?” Penkala yelped in surprise, his hands shooting to his cheek.

“Keep it down, Penk! I gotta tell you something,” Muck hushed the soldier, looking to make sure no one else was around. “I just heard Lipton telling Buck that we lost a bunch of men.”

“Like, to a sniper?”

“No, like they fucking disappeared.” Alex rolled his eyes, figuring Skip was just up to his usual mischief.

“Yeah, and I’m marrying Rita Hayworth.”

“Penk, I’m serious. Winters, Nixon, and a few others are gone and they have no fucking idea where they went.”

“Wait, what’d you say?” Muck and Penkala looked up to see that Shifty Powers had joined them in their foxhole. The rifleman looked at his two friends with shock and concern - how could the soldiers just disappear, especially vital officers like Winters and Nixon?

“He said we’re missing half the fucking company!” Penkala’s voice raised again, becoming more distressed by the minute.

“I said keep it down, you ass-hat!” Skip punctuated his interjection with a sharp whack to the back of Penkala’s head. “Look, we all know Dike isn’t gonna do shit. When Colonel Sink gets here, we need to back Lipton up and make sure Sink knows what’s happening.”

“I can go round up some of the other NCOs and tell them,” Shifty offered, gathering up his rifle to go find the rest of Easy Company’s leaders.

“Alright, we’ll come find you once Sink gets here,” Penkala replied before Shifty set off on his solo mission. Before long, the Virginian had gathered up Alley, Christianson, Grant, Martin, McClung, Perconte, Sisk, Talbert, Popeye, and Smokey Gordon. Of course, the trio of Hashey, Garcia, and Miller wanted to tag along as well - even if they did not have a leadership role, they wanted to help their company however they could.

“I really hope Bull’s okay…” Hashey muttered to no one in particular, crossing his arms to conserve the little warmth he had. “First he went missing in Holland, now we lose him in Bastogne…”

“Yeah, we need to keep a leash on him or something!” Miller snickered to his friends before Babe Heffron bumbled up to the group. The redhead resembled a baby horse learning to gallop as he jumped and weaved past tree roots and foxholes making his way to the group of soldiers.

“The fuck is this I hear about Gaurnere missing!?” Babe’s respirations were loud and labored as he attempted to catch his breath. Before anyone could respond, Lipton came across the group of soldiers all congregated near CP.

“Hey fellas, everyone doing all right?” Carwood asked nervously - he loved his men, but he knew they were up to no good if too many were in one place without a good reason.

“We heard about the men going missing,” Smokey replied, Mississippi accent thick in his words.

“We want to help, Lip, however we can,” Floyd Talbert added. He nervously shifted his weight from one foot to the other, Smokey glancing a look of concern at his best friend. 

Lipton was about to express his gratitude to his company before Colonel Sink’s Jeep was seen pulling up beside the rest of the group. Lipton quickly went to grab the company’s officers as Sink nodded in thanks to his driver and stepped out of the car. With a loud, abrupt command to “Ten-Hut!” from Buck Compton, the gathered men snapped to attention and saluted the colonel, who offered a gentle salute in return.

“At ease men,” Sink instructed before turning to the officers, “I knew it was bad when I was getting a call from Dike.”

Lipton and Welsh needed to bite their cheeks to hide their amused smiles. “We’re not sure what to do, sir, or if anything can be done…” Buck replied to the colonel before taking a step back - the blonde gestured for Lipton to step up, an instruction to inform Sink of their predicament.

“Carwood, tell me exactly what you saw.” The rest of the gathered men leaned in as Sink spoke, anxious to understand what was happening.

“Ten men went into a foxhole while we were getting shelled, sir, but the foxhole was completely empty when I went to check on them afterward. There was absolutely no trace of anyone being in that foxhole, sir, and now we can’t find any of the men I saw go in.”

The older man nodded in understanding, silently processing Lipton’s words. “Who all went in?” The NCO repeated the names from earlier, ending with Captains Winters and Nixon. Sink simply looked down at the snow. “And you have no idea where the hell any of them went…”

“No sir,” Lipton replied quietly.

The colonel simply let out a sigh and shook his head, “I’m sorry boys, but since it was during a shelling and they were last seen going into a foxhole, the higher-ups probably aren’t going to authorize a search party,” he sent a determined look to the men, “I’m going to do everything I can to push the request through, but I better not hear of anyone taking matters into their own hands.” Before getting back into his Jeep, Sink turned to Lieutenant Dike, or rather, where Dike should have been. “And where the hell is Dike?”

“We don’t know, sir, we looked for him before you arrived but didn’t find him,” Welsh chimed in. Sink rubbed his forehead in irritation before turning to Buck and Welsh.

“All right, I’m making this an official order. Lieutenant Compton, if Dike isn’t to be found and a decision needs to be made, your company comes to you. Harry, you’re second in command. You kids do what you think is right. You’re good soldiers with smart heads on your shoulders.” Sink nodded to the officers and saluted the men before getting back in his Jeep and driving back to Regimental HQ - the poor man put his head in his hands, his most trusted officers were gone without a trace, and there was virtually nothing he could do to help them.

As if on cue, Dike returned to the company, “What are we all standing around for? We have a line to protect!” Dike crescendoed his voice to try and be more authoritative, but his efforts fell flat. Eyes rolled and voices groaned as the gathered men all dispersed and returned to their assigned duties - well, all except for Babe, Talbert, Smokey, McClung, Shifty, Alley, Grant, and Popeye. As everyone was trying to leave, Smokey grabbed the sleeve of whoever he could.

“Y’all, this isn’t right, we need to do something,” the machine gunner pleaded in a hushed tone.

“You heard Sink, though, there’s no way they’re gonna authorize a search party,” Moe replied, his brows furrowed in confusion.

Popeye took a beat before he chimed in, “...why do we need to wait for authorization?”

“Because only a general can authorize a search party,” Talbert answered the Virginian - while he did not agree with the policy at all, he knew that there was no getting around it.

“But didn’t Sink say that he left Buck and Welsh in charge if Dike isn’t around? They’re not the type to snitch,” Grant offered to the conversation, scrunching his shoulders up for warmth like a turtle retreating into its shell.

“Hell, they might be happy to help out,” Gordon affirmed the NCO. The men looked around at each other with uncertainty - what if Dike found out? Or Peacock? To be honest, it was probably worse for the latter officer to discover the plot. Thomas Peacock tries his best to be a good captain, but these efforts cause him to be rather heavy-handed with the rules. If Peacock were to hear of the plot to find the missing soldiers, he would surely either tell his superior officers or try to stop the soldiers himself.

“What if we get caught?” Shifty asked nervously - while he wanted to help his friends, the poor boy was nervous to hatch a plot like this.

“We can’t just do nothin’! We all know they’d do the same if it were any of us out there!” The man from Philly interjected, earning Babe a smack on the head from Grant.

“Where would we even start?” McClung asked the group.

“Well, best thing to do would be to investigate the foxhole and see if there are any clues,” everyone turned in shock to see Lipton returning to them. “I needed something from CP, and then I noticed all of you still over here, I figured you were up to no good,” the first sergeant said with a smile, earning him a loving slap on the back from Grant and Johnny Martin. The rest of the afternoon was about to be spent brainstorming, at least until one of the men needed to take their turn watching the line.

All of the men felt nervous, but especially Babe. Guarnere is his best friend, it would be one thing if Babe knew that he was wounded, even killed, but not knowing what happened to Bill was eating away at Babe worse than anything he had ever felt before.

~~~~~

Chapter 6 | Chapter 8 (coming soon!)

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Thank you so much as always for reading and stay tuned for Chapter 8! 😁

[1000-celebrities]

In the March 2011 print of the iconic Hollywood Issue, readers were treated to a dazzling display of Hollywood’s finest talents gracing the cover and within its pages

100+ Very High Resolution Celebrity Pics

[celestial-alignment]

Jim West's Train

The Gold Sofa

“The private railroad car loaned to James West by the U.S. government should have had its own billing as the third star of the series. Built at a cost of $35,000, the train set appears in every episode. Serving as the agents’ home, as well as their mobile base of operations, the train contains a lab, where Artemus creates his various gadgets and disguises, and the main living quarters—attractively furnished in golds and greens—where the men conduct business, as well as entertain.

“The gold sofa was a key piece of furniture on that set. During the run of the series, its luxurious, golden cushions were enjoyed by such varied personalities as the president of the United States, members of royalty, and foreign dignitaries, as well as an assortment of criminal masterminds who invariably found their way onto West’s private car.

“Both Jim and Artie would probably agree, however, that the sofa had its most memorable use at the end of each assignment—at the tag of nearly every Wild Wild West episode—when two lovely ladies would curl up on this sofa in the arms of our heroes. The theme music would swell as the train chugged along the tracks into the distance, the two agents enjoying a well-earned rest from having, once more, saved out great nation from the forces of evil.”

— "The Incredible World of Spy-Fi" by Danny Biederman (2004)

BONUS: Fringe details and Jim's red velvet smoking jacket

[nerds-yearbook]

King Tut made his first appearance in the Batman episode that aired on April 13, 1966. King Tut was the first villian completely created for the show. While Zelda the Great was technically a new character, her story completely mirrored a comic starring a different villian. ("The Curse of Tut", Batman, TV event)

[politicaldilfs]

Alabama Governor DILFs

George Wallace, Bob Riley, B.B. Comer, Don Siegelman, Chauncey Sparks, Fob James, Bibb James, Frank M. Dixon, Jim Folsom Jr., Guy Hunt, William W. Brandon, George S. Houston, Jim Folsom, Gordon Persons, Robert Bentley

[grayrazor]

What’s your favorite space adventure story set entirely in one solar system, without commonplace interstellar travel?